Page 95 of True North

I see where this is going as I rub my jaw with a huffy laugh. “You realize that only leaves one bed, Louisa May.”

“Does it?” she says, feigning innocence. She slips down to her feet and steps back, mirth lighting up her stunning greens.

“Yup.”

“In that case, I guess you will have to be the ultimate gentleman, since we’re not?—”

I grab for her and smash my mouth to hers. With the tea cold and long forgotten, I walk her backward toward the hallway, real slow, as I deepen the kiss. Her hands wander through my hair, and lord above if that ain’t one of my favorite places for her hands to be.

Breaking the kiss, Lou takes my hand, leading me to the master bedroom. She stops short in the doorway. “You sure about this, Harry? About us?” Green eyes, worried, connect with mine. I wish to hell she would stop second-guessing every decision she makes.

“Woman, I swear to god.”

“Well, if you swear, and to...” She points upward. Cheek lights up her not-so-tired-anymore face. “Oh! My bag, I need it.”

I slide back down the hallway in my socks and pluck up the overnighter. When I get back, Lou is sitting on her side of our bed.

Our bed.

Fuck, I like the way that sounds.

I hand her the duffle bag that should be an overnighter, not anall my life’s possessionsbag. She needs roots, this woman of mine. I fully intend on giving her them. Along with anything else she asks for.

She places it beside her and pulls out a small pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. The thought of her wearin’ those around this old house has me harder.

Dumping out her clothes, she organizes them into the dresser by the window, shifting my clothes aside. The moment really sinks in.

“All unpacked.” She turns back to the sleepwear she left of the bed. No panties.

I collect the bag from the bed, but there’s something solid and heavy left in the bottom. “Forgot something.”

I widen the handles, peering inside.

A blush claims Lou’s face as she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. A shy, breathy huff leaves her lips as she grabs for it.

She misses.

Now Ihaveto know what’s in here.

I swing the bag away from her and leap to the other side of the bed.

“Harry!”

She crawls over the bed. Fuckin’crawls. Hair draped over her shoulders, breasts swelling over her top. Arms held out, she grabs for the bag a second time.

I turn my back on her and pluck out the hard item.

“Oh my god,” she whines against my back, hands now gripping my biceps. Her forehead meets my spine as a little moan slips through her lips.

The hell?

A plastic cock-shaped object is in my hand. Hell’s hounds, I have seen it all now. I hold it up, inspecting the vein-covered plastic implement.

Sweet Jesus.

Louisa tries to grab it, coming around my side. “They are everywhere in Cali. Women have needs, too, Rawlins. This is not the Dark Ages.”

This is what she uses when she needs release?Fuck.

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